“I grew up on the Southside of Chicago to a churchgoing family. We were Catholics – but not exactly what you’re thinking. We were the double clapping; fall out in the aisle type of black Catholics. I remember, as a little girl, my mother hollering that “if you won’t dress up for Jesus, who will you dress up for?” as she busted out the hot comb, giving me the tightest little braids you can imagine, putting me in a pastel dress with matching frilly socks and sending me along to Sunday school.”